Aquí
hijas del verbo: madres, los esparemos.
Escúchenos, “vivos se los llevaron, vivos los queremos.”
Recuérdenlo en el nombre del padre, del hijo y del hermano
detenidos y desaparecidos.
Esperamos con la frente en alto
punto por punto unidas como la cicatriz a sus costuras.
Nadie podrá destruir ni desarmar nuestros pesares juntos.
Amen.
Tochukwu Ezebube is a passionate poet and founder of Poem Collections. With a deep love for African verse and a commitment to sharing diverse poetic voices, Tochukwu curates a rich tapestry of poems that celebrate the beauty of words from Africa and around the world. Join him on this poetic journey at Poem Collections, where the magic of language unfolds.
O man! whose weakness dares rebel Against the Almighty’s strength, draw nigh And listen, for my tongue shall tell His message from the clouded sky. Midst rain, and storm, and hail, he spoke,Around the piercing thunder broke; At his proud word the clouds disperse, And thus he shakes the universe: ‘Come forth, then, in thy pride and power — Come answer me,…
Hail thou, the world’s salvation, Hail Jesus kind and sweet, Before thy Rood in gratitude I bow and clasp thy feet. Before thy holy altar My soul bows down to thee, I know that thou art present now, Be merciful to me. Those feet, which cruel iron Has pierced full deep and sore; Lord,…
Surprising how feelings depend on blood pressure. Electricity in my body prevents me from staying put. And, still, I force myself not to move. Fingers are nervously running across the keyboard. Then the uneven verses turn into day dreams. Your text messages follow me in my steps. I do not wish to keep silent, but…
CAST Kwame Nkrumah – ex-president of Ghana Ahmed Sedou TOure – President of Guinea Republic Amilcar Cabral – Leader of PAIGE Andree TOure – Wife of President TOure Fode Keita – Artist now Guinea Minister of inferior Nyamikeh – Nephew on the material side to Nkrumah Ambrose Yankey – Chief of the Ghanian security guards…
Love, let us live as we have lived, nor lose The little names that were the first night’s grace, And never come the day that sees us old, I still your lad, and you my little lass. Let me be older than old Nestor’s years, And you the Sibyl, if we heed it not. What…
“It is a fearful night; a feeble glare Streams from the sick moon in the o’erclouded sky; The ridgy billows, with a mighty cry, Rush on the foamy beaches wild and bare;No bark the madness of the waves will dare; The sailors sleep; the winds are loud and high; Ah, peerless Laura! for whose love…
